Dear Friends,
Peace!
I am planning to write my next blog entitled: Deprivation: Fate or Choice. Before I start writing it, I would like to solicit your personal thoughts/feelings about the topic. If you think you like to share something about it, please feel free to write it at the bottom of this message as your comment. If not, you don't need to write anything at all and I would fully respect your decision about it.
In case you decide to share, all I need from you is to state three (3) things which you think/feel you were deprived of and write your reason in one or two sentences. I will only include the first 15 followers who will share their comments.
For example:
1. Money - I was raised from a poor family.
2. Education - My parents forced us to work at a very young age.
3. Branded items - My salary is very small to buy a branded item like shoes/clothes.
Thank you in anticipation of your generous response as we continue to share and learn from each other. I have just thought of this approach in writing my next blog and I hope this is something where all of us can learn from and understand more ourselves and others.
God bless everyone.
Sincerely,
holy weak
Everything that is written here runs the gamut from the most trivial to perhaps the most profound that the mind, heart and soul of this current blogger can conceive at a given time. Be not deceived nor misguided by the Blog Title as the content is as optimistic as it is pessimistic. The author being a realist, the content would present his subjective reality that more often is a constant 'tug of war' between the joys and pains of living in general as it continues in its beautiful life journey.
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